"Life's either a daring adventure or nothing." Helen Keller

Dry Clean Only

There are some helpless moments in life. One of them happens to be when you’re sitting in traffic with a child who’s covered in vomit.

It was 1:06 p.m. The burlesque music had just finished on Living Out Loud (a CBC radio program).

“I’m sorry I puked, Mum,” Miss Q softly said as I parked.

“You never have to be sorry for puking,” I told her, wondering if that statement would be lost when I apologized to her for sympathy puking.

She had done a fantastic job – there wasn’t a spot on her front that hadn’t been hit. Magically, Miss S sat untouched, but the carpet was another story.

So I set to work, bagging all her clothes, including poor Finn. Her hair was trickier, so I got her to lie on her back with her head out of the van and rinsed her hair with water from a water bottle, trying to ignore Miss S’s wails to get out. I felt for her, the car was pretty stinky.

The colour had returned to her cheeks. I was happy my little firecracker was back, and happier still as the three of us wandered into London Drugs and saw the scented candles.

I didn’t buy the candles, but I did give a silent cheer for London Drugs. They must have known my puke-mobile was going to pull into their parking lot today. Everything I needed was on sale: hand towels (to cover the seat), Folex (miracle cleaner), and Ginger Ale (poor Miss Q was starving). Miss Q and Miss S picked out books from the magazine rack. Got to love Zhu-Zhu Pets and an Animal Sound book, but hey, reading is reading and new books are always a great distraction.

Back at the car I finished my Magyver-like clean and drove to pick up my husband.

Our Cowichan adventure may have been over, but my husband’s “dry clean only” car seat adventure was about to begin.

Me

I enjoy watching soccer in the rain. Most of our crafts involve glitter, finger paint or both. I am learning to eat my vegetables. And, whether in socks or bare feet, I absolutely hate stepping on Lego. Here I blog about life with my three little girls, husband and dog.